A' ye wha live an' never think,
Come mourn wi' me!
Our billie's gi'en us a' a jink, fellow, the slip
An' owre the sea.
Lament him, a' ye rantin core, jovial set
Wha dearly like a random-splore; frolic
Nae mair he'll join the merry roar,
In social key;
For now he's taen anither shore,
An' owre the sea!